"That's a better one," is Kaidan's verdict after a judicious pause, and another swig of the maple mead. (He's starting to feel like his face is three sizes larger than it should be, but... the stuff's damned tasty.) "Alliterative. But if it's freaks that are furless, does that mean everyone where you're from is like you?" he asks, initially trying for solemn interest before the alcohol sneaks up and leaves him grinning. "Shit -- that would be like some kind of adult version of Bambi. All the cute little woodland creatures toting guns and cursing."